Dr. Mary Goral
In a Winter Garden
In a winter garden covered with snow
Little seeds are sleeping deep below.
Here come the children, one, two three.
Walking in the garden quietly.
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about.
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about.
Father Sun, come and warm us
With your gentle rays.
With your warm sun shining down
We’ll come out to play.
(from Singing Games by Anna Rainville)